If the world Is a July moon, and overspills orange slices of sun. I’d take a picture and give it to you. (July 4th, I took the picture)
Tag: musing
Unravel.Hold.
Allow the seam of your purple jeans to unravel. Each tangle to fall from the interior seat of your pants. Pick them up off the smooth oak wood floor. Reach into your back pocket. Pull out the compass that grandma placed inside. Sit still and listen into the cochlea. I hear. Turn a tune. Paint…